You seem to have small sense of mercy, Sire?


SPIRIT OF THE YEARS

Mercy I view, not urge;--nor more than mark
What designate your titles Good and Ill.
'Tis not in me to feel with, or against,
These flesh-hinged mannikins Its hand upwinds
To click-clack off Its preadjusted laws;
But only through my centuries to behold
Their aspects, and their movements, and their mould.


SPIRIT OF THE PITIES

They are shapes that bleed, mere mannikins or no,
And each has parcel in the total Will.


SPIRIT OF THE YEARS

Which overrides them as a whole its parts
In other entities.


SPIRIT SINISTER (aside)

Limbs of Itself: